Primitive Poetic Ramblings

That is what we do...
That is who we are...

Two thieves of a one
One part of two...

I can only think of beauty,
when I sing something for her,
I can only see the lucky,
when I look around her.

When will I be able?
to cast this spell on me?

When will I be ready?
to give this soul a "she"?

It lies far back,
there where clowds do not exist.

It rests in foreign places,
where people do not risk.

I am tired of driving back.
I am ready to go up!

Feel high again people!
Feel the paranoia conquering everything in sight!
Feel the lunacy of the waves crushing from inside!

Poetry is the weapon.
Poetry is the gun.
Your minds are the amunition,
Your minds are the its hand.

That is the world of chaos...
That is the world of the free...
ball the dead,
love above the rest, without being afraid of death

And that is my will...
That is my wish...
For if I am death...
I want people to forget me

I want your superman's presence...
Yes you philosopher might be right about the ubermensch.

But that man is one.
Not two....

And two of every normal kind...
when one...
are gods...
when two...
are monsters...

Rest in peace...
alone and full of shadows....
Give that sholder a break
he needs to feel alive and well,
once again...

That, was his end....

Decode the Whispers of Silence

The cool American Indian is now asleep.
Are our tents and dreams now full?
I remember the wisest phrase:
"We search for something
that has already found us"

The pale moon light is no more
or are we just too blind to get the hang of it?

Wake up, my precious child,
send the pain away
rejoice when death is near,
cry when life herself cries.

Hear the wind blowing
through the leaves of golden trees.

And I ask you my friend...

Where the fuck are those purple legions?
Still resting into their tents and dreams?

Decode the whisper of silence
Demolish the foe that has now come.

Perhaps you might have no other choice
than to fight a friend.

Then, what are YOU gonna do about it?

Yet, time has passed indeed
finally, we are not in any kind of need?
Are we the pure essence of good?
Or just a bunch of crazy people who
carry on the tradition of craziness and mild creation?

We might be forced to dance on fire
even when the music is not over?

Shall we, my dreamful friend
wait for the endless black night?
or are we gonna start shivering,
for fear is now upon us?

"We are in search for something,
that has already found us"

Rejoice and be Happy

Rejoice and be happy.
For death is my friend.
Yesterday the gods drew a line
and now the game has begun.

We are all alike,
Tarman and light
all the same we see
but with different sight.

My eternal brother,
I will call upon you
in my most dangerous time,
but you'll be busy
haunting down our vast enemies...

But death is me...
and walks with me.



Laughing?

Good...
That was my purpose...